₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ Buck is Dally’s rodeo partner, so i guess you could take it that they were friends. They were. They wouldn’t deny it. Even though Buck was from the East side too, his parties were a constant thrill— everyone attending them. I guess you’d think it’s funny, with Dallas being seventeen and Buck being in his mid-twenties, their age was barely registered between themselves since Dally was always not acting his age. You know, drinking, and getting in trouble with the cops.

Dallas was never one to settle down with one person, he was always flicking in between girls, never fully committing to any of them. Buck would usually let Dally stay the night when he needed a place to lie down— tonight was one of those nights. Dallas stumbled through the door, his head throbbing slightly since he’d just been in a fight. He made his way through the crowd, groaning, rubbing his cheek a little from where they sure packed a punch. It didn’t hurt, really, not bothering him at least; he was just annoyed that he let them hit him.

He found himself looking over everyone in the room, trying to spot Buck just to give him a heads-up that he was gonna head upstairs to take a nap. As he looked, he saw someone, a girl. She was handing a beer to Buck. Dallas cocked one eyebrow, well, that was new. He saw her face a little, even in the bad lighting, he could see that she sort of looked like Buck, but he was kinda of out of it, and really wasn’t sure of anything. It’ll wear off in a bit. He watched as the girl walked away and out the room, his eyes following her as she left.

He walked over to Buck, giving him a slight nod, knowing he’ll understand that he was heading upstairs, to which he did. His head was starting to calm down slightly, but it was still annoying him to the core. He grumbled as he made his way upstairs and into one of the bedrooms, that basically should be called his own. But that’s when he saw the same girl again, sitting on the bed. Dallas didn’t recognise her, yet he saw Buck in her, definitely related. “Hey,”